Please draw your way of death

Chapter 89

After they agreed on a time, they each went back to the hotel to tidy up their things, and then rushed to the top of the mountain together.

But what stunned several people was that the place that should have house No. 520 turned into a burnt ruin again at this moment before the four of them.

Meng Qishu threw the things in his hand into the grass beside him, and circled the half-burned wooden board twice back and forth.

It was not the latest one to be burned, and the boards showed traces of being lifted, and a few boards were randomly thrown into the nearby grass, as if someone had rummaged here for something.

"It is almost certain that it has been burned down for a while." Ning Mian finally got up from the squatting state, threw the small piece of wood in his hand into the ruins, clapped his hands and walked towards Meng Qishu, "at least a month, It can be ruled out that it wasn't just done last night."

But there was obviously a house here last night, and everyone saw it.

Meng Qishu raised his finger and pointed to a certain location in the ruins, and said, "That place, there was a house number when we rummaged yesterday. When I looked at it just now, it had already been turned over, and there was no trace of the house number."

He raised his eyes and looked at Ning Mianzhong: "I threw the house number in the grass yesterday."

Ning Mian finally understood Meng Qishu's meaning almost instantly, his face was stunned, and he said, "Did you find it in the grass?"

"found it."

On the grass where he put things just now, next to the canvas is the house number they just found yesterday.

and so……

"This piece of ruins is the same as yesterday's." Meng Qishu concluded, "Those traces of rummaging are likely to be done by us and other players yesterday."

"Then how to explain the No. 520 house that appeared last night?" Ning Mian finally did not object to Meng Qishu's analysis result, "Omelande exchanged this piece of land for another house at night, and then changed it back during the day?"

If this is the case, this dungeon seems to be a bit magical.

House 520 that only appears at night?

"It's not impossible." Meng Qishu's eyes drooped, and there was a light of thought in his eyes, "The feeling that this guy Ao Milander gave me made me feel that nothing is impossible."

As the dungeon said, Omelander was a lunatic. In the dungeon information, he burned his house, work and himself.

And throughout the dungeon, he hides for the player to find, runs away when he sees the player, and comes out in a vest from time to time to get close to the player...

Meng Qishu felt that Omi Lande was not just a lunatic anymore, he was so innocent because he had that serious illness!

Mu Heng, who had observed the entire mountain, also found something was wrong. He poked his head out from behind a clump of dense vegetation, and said loudly to the two: "When you came to observe the cliff yesterday, did you pay attention to it?" Small town?"

The two turned their heads at the same time, and saw Mu Heng pushing aside the grass, and gestured to them: "The size of the town seems to be different during the day and at night."

When Meng Qishu and Ning Mian finally heard the news and felt that they were on the verge of a cliff, Wen Shi was taking two steps back from the edge, as if he had just finished observing the situation.

Hearing the sound of footsteps behind her, she turned her head to look at the few people, nodded slightly, and said softly: "Looking at it during the day, the town seems to be bigger."

Meng Qishu took two steps forward, and as soon as the sight of the town was reflected in his eyes, Wen Shi on the side continued: "The side near the port, and the west side, the town looks a little bigger during the day than at night. .”

Meng Qishu didn't pay attention to the size of the town at night, so just looking at it dryly, he really couldn't see which part was the different part.

"From the east side to the west side of the town, the house numbers increase accordingly." Ning Mian finally said, "There should be more new houses on the east side, and the scale of the town roughly extends in this direction."

"In the direction of the port, it should be a place where trade is concentrated?" Mu Heng followed up with analysis, "From this point of view, the town during the day seems to be the result of the town's development at night."

"So the 'isolated' in the dungeon information actually refers to the town at night, that is, the town before it developed?" Meng Qishu had this idea when he went down the mountain last night, but there seemed to be something missing To prove his idea.

Normally, although the town is quiet at night, it is not so desolate.

There are many tourists in the town who come here by boat from the outside world, how can they stay in the hotel honestly at night?

But it seems to make sense if the town during the day is not the same town at night as it is at night.

The town developed after Omeland became famous, but before that, the town fully fit the description of "isolated".

House 520, which was not burned down at the time, still exists.

Meng Qishu's eyes turned to the back, and only a small part of the ruins of the burned house was exposed through the cover of layers of vegetation.

If house 520 only appears at night, does that mean that they can officially start the mission only at night?

The task time was forcibly cut in half. Is this also one of the difficulties of this dungeon?

"Blindfolded" painting, the mission site that only appears at night, and the phrase "the moon and sixpence" of unknown origin...

Wanting to clear this dungeon, I always feel that... there is still something missing.

shortcoming……

Meng Qishu closed his eyes, the eyelids drooped, and the wind blew gently, slightly messing up the broken hair on his forehead.

Something that ties them all together.

It seems that there are no other clues to be found if we continue to stay on the mountain. Except for the nagging "the moon and sixpence", the other two clues seem to have nothing to delve into.

"I suddenly want to know how many copies of Omeland's works are left in this small town." When Mu Heng and the two were walking down the mountain, Meng Qishu suddenly approached Ning Mianzhong and said softly.

Apart from the one they had seen at the restaurant, they didn't seem to have seen a second work belonging to Omelande anywhere else.

On the contrary, there are many fakes.

"Omilander used to exchange paintings for money to make a living in the early days, but unfortunately no one in the town was willing to exchange them for him." Ning Mianzhong glanced at Meng Qishu and continued, "At present, apart from the initial The painting we saw, the rest is probably fake."

"Why are you so sure?" Meng Qishu was a little surprised. Although he also vaguely had this guess, there was no evidence, and it seemed difficult to draw a conclusion.

"It's been confirmed." Ning Mianchu's eyes showed a little helplessness, "When I searched room by room in the small town, all the rumors on the street were about Omeland."

Omeland is now considered a celebrity in the small town, and people talk about him almost everywhere he goes.

Talk about his past, his legendary paintings, and his drive to burn everything down.

"Omilander lived in poverty in the early days, and he barely survived with the help of a friend in a small town. After he became famous, the two of them still maintained the previous communication." Ning Mian finally talked about Omilander in her mind. The rumors were arranged in chronological order, and a brief account was given, "Before Omeland set fire to the house, he gave that friend his latest painting."

It was the landscape painting they saw on the wall of the restaurant when they first came to the dungeon.

"Perhaps that friend of his has what we want." Meng Qishu pondered while listening to Ning Mianzhong's words, and said the last sentence, the meaning of the words was obvious.

Ning Mian had no intention of objecting in the end, and that was exactly what he planned.

They separated from Mu Heng at the edge of the town, and the two rushed straight to the restaurant where Omeland's painting was hung.

"Are you talking about Omi Lande?" The owner of the restaurant is a middle-aged man with a big beard. He looks like a seasoned and shrewd man. He glanced at Meng Qishu and Ning Mian Shengshang carefully, and said slowly. , "Recently, Omeland has gained a lot of fame, and more and more people have asked me to talk about Omeland. But it's true, this painting was indeed given to me by him."

Meng Qishu was worried that it would take a lot of effort to talk to him, but the owner of the hotel didn't seem to refuse to talk, so Meng Qishu breathed a sigh of relief, and then asked him: "Then tell me specifically, why did Omeland send you off?" Is it the painting?"

The owner of the restaurant was wiping the glass with a piece of flannel in one hand. Hearing Meng Qishu's question, he kept moving his hand and hummed softly, "You seem to be here to question me."

Meng Qishu couldn't help but "click" in his heart.

This seems to be a precursor to a refusal to answer.

"But you are not the first to ask me this, so it's okay to tell you." The owner of the restaurant put the cup on the counter, with no emotion on his face, but said in a calm and authentic voice, "Omilander came first When he was in the small town, he looked poor, but poor is poor, in the final analysis he is a very tough guy."

"His paintings are very good. I can see this from the beginning, but the people in the small town don't think so. An unknown painter, his paintings are worthless in the small town. So when he is poor When he was so poor that he did not hesitate to sell his paintings, what he got in exchange was not food and water, but blank stares and cynicism."

"But Omelander himself is not a person who sells paintings for a living. He only thinks about how to create, but not how to survive."

Speaking of this, the owner of the restaurant sneered, not knowing who he was mocking: "So he is a lunatic, a lunatic who does not want to live but only dies."

The other two didn't speak, so in the silent atmosphere, his hand turned around on the table, took another cup on the table and continued to wipe, his tone changed back to the low and deep way before, with a kind of eloquence With the sense of narrative coming, he continued to talk about Omeland.

"Omeland's paintings are easy to touch me, so I appreciate him and give him food and drink, and he often invites me to visit his house and see his latest paintings."

"Omelander finally burned the house where he kept all the paintings, which I didn't expect," the restaurant owner put the cup in his hand on the table, and the bottom of the cup touched the wooden tabletop and made a slight "when" ", he raised his eyes with a sense of story-filled calmness in his eyes, "Just as I didn't expect him to deliver it with his own hands the day before, he cherishes the painting that he refuses to show even a single glance to others."